“After him, after him!” they exclaimed as one.
“But I think he got over the wall—”
“Come on, you chaps, come on!”
And there was a soft stampede to the hall door.
“Don’t all desert me, I say!” gasped the red-faced hero who held Raffles prisoner.
“We must have them both, Beefy!”
“That’s all very well—”
“Look here,” I interposed, “I’ll stay by you. I’ve a friend outside, I’ll get him too.”
“Thanks awfully,” said the valiant Beefy.
The hall was empty now. My heart beat high.